CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Isaac Newton’s parlor was spacious, with a grand fireplace, elaborate furnishings, and all manner of artwork. It was also full of people. Oliver and his friends had seemingly interrupted him in the middle of some kind of soiree.
The man himself looked just like he did in the history books. Long wavy white hair. Sharp pointed nose. A little dent in his chin. He was wearing a long silky brown jacket and white socks that came up to his knees. Oliver was in utter awe at the sight of him.
“Come in, come in,” Newton said. He gestured to a table where different types of teapots were laid out. “Teas from China. Please, let me pour you something.”
Oliver shook his head. “Oh no, we’re not here for tea, we—”
Newton interrupted. “Have you ever tried banana?” He offered them a s
